It was never going to be smooth, but our landing Stateside has been bumpy.
Hello, goodbye
By the time this post is published, I will be in an airplane. Again.
Freedom from Full-Tilt Parenting
We were in our late 20s the first time we parented these ages– younger, more idealistic, maybe just a bit more capable of doing it…
Marking time
One thing about time in a new place– it just flows over you, no real rhyme or rhythm, no familiar milestones to mark its passing.…
Home, making
That I can tell, there is no word for “homemaking” in Nepali. There are words for cooking, words for cleaning, words for doing a whole…
That night
That afternoon when you realize that the cranky toddler isn’t just being a pill … he’s got a fever. That evening where you have to…
Broken babies
John Mark was still healing the first time I felt his round little head burrow into my shoulder. Places babies should never feel anything but…
School thoughts
After some hiccups, we declared the 2014-15 school year open for business a few weeks back. It promises, already, to be auspicious.